As Heather sat there rubbing her face and eyes, it started to come to her what had just happened there. She let her concerns get to her, something that she's never done in a match before and has criticized her brother for countless times, and she was tricked by the person she was foolishly worried about. She couldn't believe herself, and more importantly, she now more than ever wanted to get back at Clyde for it.

However, before she could even react to her feelings,her vision is cut again as Clyde slips the trashcan over her, trapping her upper body and arms inside. She looks around at her small circular prison she was trapped in until she was pushed to lie down with the trashcan still trapping her. She panicked a bit as she couldn't seem to get her arms free since they were up when the can was placed over her, and kicks her legs wildly as she is rolled up the ramp to to the stage area. As they reach the top, her kicking stops as she lies there, completely dizzied. "Damn..you..Clyde." She says, still inside the trashcan as her eyes spin.

Meanwhile in the ring, Dante and Bonnie seem to be going back and forth in an almost completely evenly match competition between eachother. Dante makes it to his feet after missing the corkscrew elbow as Bonnie had just narrowly avoided it. He shakes his head a bit to refocus himself before locking his eyes with Bonnie's to watch what she was planning to do next. His eyes widened just for a second as Bonnie charged towards him, aiming to hit him with a running neckbreaker move. As she comes towards him and grabs his head in the neckbreaker position, Dante tries to spin his body around, trying to keep the two's feet from going up in the air, if he can do this, he'll also try to spin bonnie around so they are both facing eachother before jumping and trying to hit a cutter type move.

"How's this Heather? I can't lie to you, I love the feeling of messing with someone like this. I hope you won't hold it against me." Clyde would tease to Heather as he mocked her with the same words she used on him after she hit him with a shooting star press and pinned him to the mat. The texan couldnt help but laugh as he rolled Heather all the way up the stage ramp before finally letting the girl go from the metal trap, smiling mischeviously as he did so, before trying to seat Heather up for another sleeperhold. Aiming to restrain her. "So... You gonna give up?" Clyde would ask with a smirk, expecting Heather to surrender right here, but while trying to restrain her so that she didn't try anything either, he was trying to be careful.

Elsewhere. Bonnie thought she had Dante with the neckbreaker, but to her shock and surprise she found herself being spun round round until she ended up facing Dante, before she was suddenly taken down by Dante's modified cutter. Just prior to the impact of the cutter, Bonnie had no idea what exactly was happening, she was doing on thing, ending up one way before being swiftly taken down to the mat. Everything in the arena passing by her in a windy blur as she was spun around. Bonnie hit the mat with a hard thud as Bonnie let out a pained grunt, breathing heavily as she layed on the mat, her chest rising up and down as she layed there gasping for breath.

Ah she was stuck in the trashcan, she heard the words Clyde said, almost identical to the words she said earlier in the match. As he releases her from the trashcan he'd be able to see her face a bit red from the almost mimicking there and her trying to focus her eyes after the dizzyness. "Sh-shut up. You're dead now j-just wait.." She said, trailing off a bit as she speaks until Clyde gets her in position for another sleeperhold.

"Damn...again?" She says as her frustration rises up a bit from being caught in another sleeper, her senses going on a trip as they are mostly just telling her to shut down from the dizzyness and now this pressure. "Tch, egh...h-hell no." she says as Clyde asks her to submit. She grinds her teeth together as she is again fighting to stay conscious. "Clyde...I swear to God...you're in for it when...I get out of this." she says. "You son of a...bitch...tricking me like that." she continues referring to what happened earlier. Sliding her foot up, she tries to put all the energy she can in it to somehow bring herself to get to her feet while in the sleeper, although this would prove to be a very difficult task with her being drained and dizzy.

As Dante connected with his modified cutter counter, his back slammed onto the mat along with bringing Bonnie down, causing him to daze himself out a bit. Rubbing his forehead, trying to keep himself focused, he slowly turns himself around before facing Bonnie. He sees that the cutter connected just fine and she was taken down. He looks up the ramp and sees the battle happening between Clyde and Heather. Wondering at first how they ended up all the way up there, he sees Heather is in a bit of trouble. He shakes his head hoping for the best, as he crawls over to Bonnie.

"Nice, you almost had me." He says to her, trying to clear it a bit as he spins himself around before grabbing her arm. Wrapping his legs around it and over her, he attempts to lock in an armbar as she lies there, trying to keep working on draining her.

"Fine... Have it your way..." Clyde says as he tries tightening his sleeperhold on Heather, not just to restrain her, but because he knew that she was ready to kill him now. Dispite Clyde's efforts to hold Heather down, he couldnt. The girl was able to actually muscle her way back to her feet and Clyde was starting to get rather nervous.

Meanwhile Bonnie was left on the canvas, tiredly laying there still as she looked up at the lights before she turns to Dante upon hearing his voice, only to be swiftly locked into an armbar. "Agh... Yeah... But almost don't cut it..." Bonnie would howl as she took the strain of the armbar, wincing a bit from the pain she was suffering from.

As Heather is able to make it to her feet, she feels the tightening of the hold from Clyde. Her legs start to shake as she feels drained more and more. Her face turning from one of frustration to a pained one as she started to really feel the effects of the sleeper. "Agh...L..let go." She says weakly as she takes heavy breaths, a small sound of her voice straining during each one. She tries shaking her head but finds it is securely head in the sleeper. Her legs feel as if they are about to buckle any moment as she stands.

Clenching her teeth and shutting her eyes tight, she strains all her energy that is slowly sapping away from her to make a move. Letting it out, she gives off a loud yell as she tries to run the two backwards into what would be the walls to the entrance near the curtains, hoping the impact will cause Clyde to let her go. If he keeps his grasp though, the impact could just cause her to fall forward with him on top of her back, putting her almost certainly out.

Meanwhile, Dante was successfully able to lock in the armbar on Bonnie as he tries to keep it held on. Being worn out from the match, and his energy drained a bit from the blood loss he is suffering throughout from his forehead, the hold is alot weaker than it would be otherwise. Still, he tries his best to keep it held on her. "Heh...yeah I guess you're right there." He says in response to her words. "But still, this...has definitely been great so far..." he continues as he strains to keep the pressure on the hold.

Clyde knew Heather was nearly out of the fight. This was gonna be it, all he had to do was hold onto her for a bit longer and Heather was done for, he tell by her heavy breathing that she wasnt going to last much longer.

Then it all came crashing down. "Crap..." Mutterd Clyde with a fearful look on his face as he heard Heather's yell before the two were suddenly running backwards, with Clyde unable to stop Heather. Causing the back of his head to slam into the wall of the stage, causing Clyde to wince in pain before releasing Heather as he slummped down against the wall, clutching the back of his throbbing head.

Meanwhile, Bonnie was still trying to get out of this damn armbar that was straining her limb, gritting her teeth as she tried to endure it the best that she could. "Agh... I could say the same, Dee. But it still hurts like hell!" Bonnie would say before before giving everything she had toward her desperate escape by rolling over onto her side and lashing out her right leg, attempting to nail Dante right in the side of his temple.

As Heather was able to successfully force Clyde to release the hold, she dropped to her knees as Clyde slumped down behind her. Taking a few deep breaths, she took a few seconds to regain her composure before swiftly spinning her body and knees around to Clyde before trying to grab two handfulls of the top of his shirt, pushing him and keeping him pressed against the wall. "I...got you now...It's over...no fucking around." She says before slowly rising to her feet, trying to lift him up with her.

"Agh...you're...fucking DEAD!" She yells at the top of her lungs before kicking off the floor a bit trying to run towards the edge of the stage with Clyde in tow. As she reaches the edge she'll pull with all her might trying to toss him over and to the floor below.

"Yeah, I know...If you can't take it...just give up." Dante says to Bonnie as he keeps the armbar locked in. He's decided not to hold back as to not disappoint his opponent or his sister for that matter. He wanted to give Bonnie the best fight he could while also trying the best he can to win the match for Heather as well. Holding the armbar as tight as he can, he is taken by surprise as Bonnie is able to roll to her side and throw a well placed kick to the side of Dante's temple. His vision falters a bit as the kick almost knocks him out, but he regains his focus just enough to keep himself conscious as he releases the hold on her and grabs the side of his head, rubbing it to try and numb the immense pulsating pain from the kick.

Upon slummping down on the floor, Clyde was gripping for the back of his head, but upon being yanked up to his feet by an angry Heather, a bit of terror formed in his eyes. "Nyghh... H-Hey... Wait!" He would try to say before he was cut off by Heather's sudden Yell as the two went toward the end of the stage before Clyde was swiftly tossed off the edged and into a bed of stacked tables, crashing through several before he managed to remain one table that did no break. Even though nearly all of them had collapsed around him. Clyde had been layed out at this point, laying down on the table below with his limbs hanging off the edges, the crowd would roar for the violent and spectacular sight of the blonde brawler sent sailing through a bunch of tables.

Bonnie had no idea what had just happend, she was still busy dealing with Dante at the moment, whom she had just nailed in the temple with a stiff kick that allowed her to escape the armbar. "Ain't Gonna happen, Dee.." Mutterd Bonnie as she clutched her arm, before crawling over to Dante, trying to put him out right here and now as she staggard to feet and tried bringing Dante with her, aiming to shove his head between her legs and go for the Texas Piledriver.

As Heather tosses Clyde over the edge, she sees and hears him go through the tables at the floor. She takes another deep breath as she falls to her knees and then onto her bottom as she witnesses the sight. Surprised at the tables being there, she feels it couldn't have gone any better. She could feel her usual match attitude coming back to her as she saw him remain on one unbroken table.

Quickly she stumbled up to her feet before looking around a bit. She would walk away behind the curtains before disappearing for a few seconds. After that, she would emerge from the curtains with a huge ladder in tow, bigger than the one she had at ringside earlier in the match. If the crowd was riled up before, now they have almost erupted in a frenzy as they knew what was to come next. Heather completely ignored their cheers, blocking them out. She wasn't doing it for them in the end, she was doing it for her own good. She would set up the ladder, one of the ends just barely touching the edge as she would climb up the other one.

Looking down at Clyde as she made it to the top after slowly inching herself up there, she takes a long and deep breath as she turns around, facing the opposite way. She would then leap backwards, spinning in the air, attempting to hit a corkscrew moonsault on Clyde all the way from the top of the ladder to where he was lying on the table.

As this spectacle was happening, Dante found himself in a troubled spot. The kick that connected with his temple had almost knocked him unconscious and he was feeling pretty dazed by that, not being able to put up much of a fight as Bonnie would lift him up. As she placed his head between her thighs, he feels himself then being lifted up into Bonnie's finishing move. Unable to resist her grasp, he is brought down on it, landing on his head as he lay sprawled out, completely dazed and borderline unconscious from the move.

Clyde layed on the table, not moving much at all as the thousands of fans errupted into a deafing frenzy that Clyde didnt hear. His hearing was bit muddy and his eyes were pretty much shut, unable to see what Heather had instore for him as she emerged with a very large ladder and began to climb it. The boy remained still during this time, not moving an inch as Heather measured herself up before taking this dangerous high-flying stunt to the near unconscious texan and swiftly raining down upon him with a massive corkscrew moonsault that would send Clyde's limbs flailing limply in the air as his eyes would suddenly widen with a pained blank and empty stare before he collapsed into unconscious as the table shattered beneath the two. Leaving Clyde a bloody batterd heap who layed sprawled out under Heather, completely out cold.

At the same time, Bonnie was dealing Dante. With a light grunt, Bonnie lifted up Dante and held him for a very brief moment before she would suddenly drop him down on the canvas, slamming his head down into the mat. Upon laying Dante out, Bonnie would sit there and let out a tired huff of air before she rolled Dante over and layed across him, too tired to hook his leg she would just remain over him, breathing heavily as she hoped that this would be it.

"ONE!!" The Ref Girl roared upon sliding next to the two and starting to count.